stolen moments

I love it when the morning comes.

So, darkness can be far away from my head.

Just like the touch of your hands.

On my shoulders, chin, and thighs.

Words far away from lies.

My love for you.

How can a night end.

Without hearing a love song.

My love song.

Your pretty laughs and exhausted sighs.

Of my goofiness and stupidity.

That you love about me.

For the calls, the messages, the texts, and stickers.

We have on our phones to drug till I see you.

And say that I adore you.

Our bly in the skies has no resemblance elsewhere but in our Fortuna.

And our whispers of thought we continue to describe for each other.

How lucky we are.

To have found each other.

Magnolias blooming your raven dark hair.

Amber and pearls brighten the skies of your eyes.

Softer than satin my finger feels on your cheeks.

I was mistaken I have love in me so please.

Let me love you like I wanted to.

Let me dream of a dream of awake-ness in your loving arms.

And breathe a breath of wholesomeness.

Of devotion and gratitude.

That now I have you.

And now I belong to you.

And now my throes are to be gone.

Be purple.

Be blue.

O my love for you.

I am here with you my sweetest piano melody.

My love for you.

Is for eternity.